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A Sunday afternoon spent waiting in a computer store for the simian to work the till out.
And me and my mate spent the drive home ranting about how most people shouldn’t be allowed out and we came to the following conclusions:
As a scientist, he will forgo his endless quest for superpowers by mixing chemicals and falling into vats of bubbling stuff and now intends to create a formula that will eliminate stupid people.
You have nothing to fear unless you fall into the following categories:
You migrate to DIY stores for “things for the house” on a Sunday, and spend 20 minutes looking at curtain rods going “ooh nice”
You name your house, despite living on an estate somewhere you still put a plaque up that says “Little Cottage” and insist your mail is addressed just so.
You put neo-classical roman columns outside your semi-detached house with a name
You have stained glass windows, those little round ones with a bird in the middle.
You drive a Fiesta/Uno/Nova and think by removing the name badge, blacking the windows out and having neon on it, you are cool and sexy.
You listen to those in-car CDs that only seem to have buzzing bass and 180bpm drum machines on, and you leave the door open whilst you stand with your chimp mates in a car-park of a fast food restaurant.
You have a squat dangerous dog called “Savage” or “Vinnie Jones” that you let wobble out your estate after dark, then spend 20 mins standing on your doorstep at 11pm shouting it’s name and kicking it when it runs past you with a limb in it’s mouth.
Your idea of eating out is going to a place where they have pictures of the food on the menu and it’s coated in easy-wipe plastic.
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There are more categories, but I forgot them already.
And me and my mate spent the drive home ranting about how most people shouldn’t be allowed out and we came to the following conclusions:
As a scientist, he will forgo his endless quest for superpowers by mixing chemicals and falling into vats of bubbling stuff and now intends to create a formula that will eliminate stupid people.
You have nothing to fear unless you fall into the following categories:
You migrate to DIY stores for “things for the house” on a Sunday, and spend 20 minutes looking at curtain rods going “ooh nice”
You name your house, despite living on an estate somewhere you still put a plaque up that says “Little Cottage” and insist your mail is addressed just so.
You put neo-classical roman columns outside your semi-detached house with a name
You have stained glass windows, those little round ones with a bird in the middle.
You drive a Fiesta/Uno/Nova and think by removing the name badge, blacking the windows out and having neon on it, you are cool and sexy.
You listen to those in-car CDs that only seem to have buzzing bass and 180bpm drum machines on, and you leave the door open whilst you stand with your chimp mates in a car-park of a fast food restaurant.
You have a squat dangerous dog called “Savage” or “Vinnie Jones” that you let wobble out your estate after dark, then spend 20 mins standing on your doorstep at 11pm shouting it’s name and kicking it when it runs past you with a limb in it’s mouth.
Your idea of eating out is going to a place where they have pictures of the food on the menu and it’s coated in easy-wipe plastic.
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There are more categories, but I forgot them already.
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Tallulah wrote:
Dont bloody start me off today, please. Today, I am not
> going to bite.
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Awww *pats stomach and chucks her a kit-kat*
Go have a nice hot bath and watch Neighbours, you'll feel better by Wednesday.
Dont bloody start me off today, please. Today, I am not
> going to bite.
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Awww *pats stomach and chucks her a kit-kat*
Go have a nice hot bath and watch Neighbours, you'll feel better by Wednesday.
Goatboy wrote:
> No, I'll listen.
I'm sensitive and stuff
*belches like a foghorn*
Besides,
> it makes a change from the gorilla pen this place usually is.
So talk that
> lady stuff some more.
Jeez, I could smell that belch from here. Animal.
What lady stuff do you want me to talk about? Are you asking me to get nasty again?
> No, I'll listen.
I'm sensitive and stuff
*belches like a foghorn*
Besides,
> it makes a change from the gorilla pen this place usually is.
So talk that
> lady stuff some more.
Jeez, I could smell that belch from here. Animal.
What lady stuff do you want me to talk about? Are you asking me to get nasty again?
Yeah, don't be such a macho pig!
No, I'll listen.
I'm sensitive and stuff
*belches like a foghorn*
Besides, it makes a change from the gorilla pen this place usually is.
So talk that lady stuff some more.
I'm sensitive and stuff
*belches like a foghorn*
Besides, it makes a change from the gorilla pen this place usually is.
So talk that lady stuff some more.
Some femanist attitudes should be welcomed, if it means women go and work while I sit on my backside all day, I'm all for it...........
:D
:D
I have decided to stand down on the man/woman subject, as I have quite sensibly realised the ratio of men to women on here means I am hopelessly outnumbered.
Therefore, if I start my feminist rantings (so nicely put, GB), then my voice will not be heard amongst the dulcite tones of males shouting "Shuuutt it" and "Mines a pint".
Therefore, if I start my feminist rantings (so nicely put, GB), then my voice will not be heard amongst the dulcite tones of males shouting "Shuuutt it" and "Mines a pint".
Mmm, fighting wild animals when drunk. Now THERE'S a concept for a game if ever i heard of one.
P*****-Up Crocodile Wrestling - only for PS2!
Inebriated Ostrich Taming - the reason to buy an X-box.
Pokemon Punch-Up! Genius!
P*****-Up Crocodile Wrestling - only for PS2!
Inebriated Ostrich Taming - the reason to buy an X-box.
Pokemon Punch-Up! Genius!
er..and the whole "men with men" thing obviously.
Let's talk about beer and war and fighting wild animals now please.
Let's talk about beer and war and fighting wild animals now please.
I couldn't be gay.
Blokes are so childish and full of crap.
Blokes are so childish and full of crap.
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